"I'm sorry for worrying you." I had nothing for an answer.
Hating myself again at the bottom of this hill.
A vast cloud has covered the sky overhead, so I won’t laugh at myself under a clear sky.
A drizzle is cooling my face.
I’d like to feel someone's warmth by collecting tears.
I’d like to give my warmth by shedding them.
I can only bring bad luck.
I'm disappointed with myself because I couldn't change anything.
Your invisible face will surely suffer.
Before that, I want to read your face.
If the people I love will be happy through my death, I'll die even right now.
Dislike me.
回想 坂道を遠く
高い空に飛ばさぬよう
雲は覆い
霧雨 火を消して
涙掬って 感じられたら
涙流して 与えられたら
不幸は咲き
この手に失望
浮かぶ 見えぬ顔
分からず どうか
価値ある死ならくれてやる
嫌ってくれ
